Tamara Out Loud

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Thursday

22

March 2012

10

COMMENTS

Mama for a Moment

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When I gave out a few gifts here at Christmas time, I had no idea one of them would demand so much from me. Shawn Smucker won a guest post, and as we began talking on Twitter, I learned that fostering children was a topic close to his family’s heart, and so I admitted, quietly as you can on a giant social network, that I had once been a foster mom. It isn’t something I talk about often or in detail because, years after we stopped fostering, the emotional tangle of it all is still so often too much. And […]

Thursday

9

February 2012

89

COMMENTS

Watering Weeds into Flowers

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It was a day-after-day kind of day. Another day at home, twin three-year-olds whining at me, wearing on me, pulling on me and my threadbare patience. I read all about the French parents and their supremely well-behaved offspring that the entire Internet was going ga-ga over, and I was 12-years tired of my whole stay-at-home gig, and these people amazed and inspired and pissed me off, and I tried to reproduce their authoritative tone, but I guess I lacked a certain je ne sais quoi because my smallest children kept acting like total merde. “I hate staying at home,” I […]

Monday

27

June 2011

18

COMMENTS

The Gift of Your Beginning

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This is your story, Baby Boy. I sometimes wish I could re-write your beginning, start it farther in the future, when your mama wasn’t a scared girl and your daddy wasn’t just a kid trying to do the right thing. But life doesn’t give you re-writes; it only lets you keep telling the stories you’ve got and offering fresh pages. And if you read through the eyes of grace, you’ll get to see that it’s not just the fresh pages that are the gift. This is the story I’ve got. *** Please visit A Deeper Story to continue reading.

Monday

4

April 2011

24

COMMENTS

Spring Break Match-Up

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Spring Break: College Years Spring Break: Parenting Years Wrangle a hot, sweaty guy to help you apply your sunscreen. Wrangle a hot, sandy child who refuses your help with sunscreen. Wet t-shirt contest: No real losers, plenty potential regrets. Wet diaper contest: No real winners, plenty potential rematches. Eat junk all week; feel instantly fat, have no actual fat to show for it. Eat junk all week; feel instantly fat, have copious fat to show for it.    Get a new tattoo; your mom is mortified. Get a new tattoo; your tween is mortified. Return home too hungover to remember […]

Wednesday

20

October 2010

14

COMMENTS

My Purple Shirt Will Change the World

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I’m going to change the world today. My plan is simple: I am going to wear a purple shirt. It will not have a catchy slogan or a sharp logo, but it will carry a message all the same. It will say to anyone who sees me, “I care.” Wednesday, October 20 has been designated Purple Shirt Day or Spirit Day (so named for the meaning of purple in the LGBT rainbow symbol) to speak out against anti-LGBT bullying, in response to the six recent suicides of young people who were bullied and harassed for being, or for being thought […]

Friday

24

September 2010

22

COMMENTS

Hell of a Day

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The cashier asked me how my day had been and I lied, “Good,” right to his face. I’m sure he gets it all the time. No one wants to say, “Well actually, since you asked, one of my kids has been struggling with her Reactive Airway Disease today, so I’ve pretty much had all 23 pounds of her lumped on my hip while I’ve tried failingly to chase after and assist her exuberant twin with her myriad toddler activities.” “I’ve loaded, unloaded, reloaded, and re-unloaded them in their carseats fully five times today so that I can drive to appointments, […]

Monday

30

August 2010

20

COMMENTS

Now Serving B*tches and *ssholes

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I can’t say it any better than Anne Lamott:  “Toddlers can make you feel as if you have violated some archaic law in their personal Koran and you should die, infidel.” When you have twin toddlers, this is an especially frightening phenomenon. One furious small person is a struggle; a matching set of them is Game Over. My twins tend to work in sync, and most of the time this is ridiculously adorable. They nestle together with a baby bible between them, they move magnets on the fridge in graceful choreography, they coordinate their imaginary culinary efforts with a simple […]

Monday

28

June 2010

3

COMMENTS

Fraudulent Me

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Sometimes I think it’s just a matter of time before everyone realizes I’m a total fraud. I know I have a good show going on where I look like a decent mom, a semi-intelligent writer, and at least a passable Christian, but I live in fear that one day someone is going to see the real, fake me. It’ll be like when I figured out the Tooth Fairy was a sham and all at once Santa and the Easter Bunny came crashing down with her. The fallout was ugly. So let’s just nip it in the bud, shall we? I […]

Tuesday

8

June 2010

18

COMMENTS

The Great Mom Divide: Are You a Newbie or a Veteran?

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There are all sorts of mothers, but I’ve noticed that you can generally divide us into two groups: newbies and veterans. It’s not just a matter of how long you’ve been a mom– one of my friends has a one-year old and a total veteran approach, and another has two school-aged kids and still acts like a newbie. Duration counts for something, but when it comes to determining if you’re a newbie or a veteran at heart, it’s mostly about attitude. Which side do you fall on? 1. Your baby is crying, so you_____. A. Abandon all other duties and […]

Monday

10

May 2010

10

COMMENTS

Five Weeks

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Luke has five weeks left of elementary school. Five weeks, and then my little boy will be a middle schooler. How this is in any way possible, I have no idea. I was just in middle school. I remember clearly the mean boy in the lunchroom who teased me about being ugly, “like a dog,” he put it. I remember the nasty girl in the locker room who asked me, loud and wrongly accusing, who I’d had sex with. I remember the weird body changes, the painful crushes, how important the little blue Keds tag was on the back of […]